Will I Be a Ghost
When I die what will I miss the most?
Will I have lots of fun being a ghost?
Missing the leaves as they fall from the trees.
The scent of the rose on my nose.
As smells linger on a misty breeze.
Will it be so hard for me to leave?
My time will come will I be always alone?
Maybe I will be in the street or sat at home.
Watching the shooting stars across the sky.
Will I get a better view? Will my spirit be able to fly?
Sitting on the moon watching the Earth from afar.
Maybe just maybe will I become a star.
I hope the rain will still tickle my skin.
Will I enjoy the rays of the sun on my face.
Will I still feel a heartbeat. Or will it be an empty space.
It might be cool to walk through a wall. Without a door.
Floating along without needing a floor.
Time will be irrelevant as its a different dimension.
Oh and did I mention?
I will come and haunt all my friends.
Move and hide their stuff.
I will guide them into a wall during blind mans bluff.
But I wont hurt you I will play.
And hopefully be your true guide day by day.
So never be afraid of me in the dark.
My bite will always be softer than my bark.
But of course I will always go wooooo
I will always look after you..
Copyright © Keith Teaser | Year Posted 2016
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